Hello There ! Thanks for stopping by. This chapter is written by Tayta1895. A review thirsty chica with a need to read. Drop one down for me :) btw, big props to TheGodmother2. Y'all, she has been putting up with my crazyness, letting me bounce ideas off her for my chapters, and giving me ideas, such as the convenience thing you will see a little further down.
My conscience had been weighing on me for the entire drive. I knew I should have said something, anything, to Sean. But I couldn't. Not when I was finally able to admit to myself that I am not in love with him anymore. He is no longer the man that holds my heart, if he ever really was.
And that's what makes me feel the worst of all. I now realized that not only have I not been caring enough toward him in our marriage, but it was a marriage of convenience, not of real love.
About half way to the Red Pony, I realized that a drink wasn't what I needed. I just needed a long nights sleep. But I really didn't feel like I could, or maybe even had the right, to go home. So instead, I turned my truck toward the station. I knew there would be a semi-clean bunk that I could rest the night on before having to deal with Walt, Branch, Gorski, Sean, or anyone else that managed to piss me off before I woke up.
About the time I got pulled up at the station, my phone began to buzz. I looked down to see the Ferg's number on the screen. I picked it up, answering quickly. "Ferg, this best be important because Walt let me off for the rest of the night." Lie.
He stuttered on the other end for a second before responding. "Um.. yea, Vic, is everything okay?"
I let out a sigh of frustration, knowing that I really didn't need to snap on him because he really was a sweet guy. Almost like family. "Yes, Ferg. Why?"
I could now make out the sound I heard in the background. It was a bar noise. "Well, your husband is down here at the Red Pony, on what I think is his third shot of Vodka. Henry didn't seem too know anything, so I was just going to call and check with you on what to do."
Mumbling a silent prayer of thanks to anyone that was listening, I refocused back to Ferg. "Okay, will you do me a favor and just take him home when he passes out? He shouldn't last much longer. He doesn't really have a strong stomach when it comes to that sort of thing."
I sort of heard what sounded like a laugh from Ferg before he answered. "I gotcha Vic. Anytime. See ya in the morning."
Smiling, I hopped out of my truck and my way across the street. "Thanks Ferg. See ya."
I had made it all the way in, past Ruby's desk before I saw the dim light shining from his office. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. What on earth was he doing here?
Trying my best to calm my nerves, I took a timid step toward the door. "Walt?"